I just don’t feelmeanymore.
But I feel him
still behind me.
“So red, so sore, so swollen.”
His hand appears in front of me,
his finger dripping crimson.
He smears it across my lips.
“So fuckin’ bloody for me now.”
Then his cock slaps against my ass,
but I barely feel it.
Once the condom snaps,
I feel myself leave,
going someplace else.
His dick’s nudging against my opening,
but I'm not even here.
One second of breath,
and he slams inside me.
“Goddamn,” he groans, thighs locking up.
“You squeezin’ me,
“grippin’ me so fuckin’ good.”
My eyes close as he moves inside me slowly.
The pace says it all:
he's watching every thrust,
obsessed with the view.
“Tight fuckin’ pussy actin’ like it forgot me.
“But you feel me now, huh?
“Remember who the fuck owns you. Shit.”
A groan breaks out of him.
“Ain’t no pretty boy gonna fill you like this, Baby. Only me. Always me.”
Then the rhythm changes.
